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Dec 2012
Chi you seemed to utter,
your nostrils fleering
sitting askance,Β appraised and any moniker?
I feel the world fading through your eyes,
a typhoid fruit you eat a hour ago
maybe even oyster?
windows variegated, peering out
you moved devoid of autonomy.
hopefully next stop Streatham Hill.
topaz oreilly
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topaz oreilly  england
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